The years long hour.

Tomorrow I have the most important hour of my life, thus far. And while I am known to exaggerate once in a while, this is foh-real. It's my doctorate school interview. I feel like I am going to throw up or implode or explode or melt into a puddle of thought full of questions and anxieties. I need to come across as intelligent, but also genuine and passionate. I need my interviewer to know how much I want this. How much the institute is perfect for me. But what is she going to ask me? Will I feel better after the interview or worse?

And then I wait.

Until April 1st.

When I find out if my future is going to go the way I want it to.

Rainbow or chocolate?

I hope they are rainbow sprinkles. Can you imagine rainbow sprinkles falling from the sky? I can and it makes me happy.